From rock and sand and dune.

I did not know that clouds of spray

Splashed as they fell, a roundelay.

A magic day! A magic hand

Has raised a magic mood.

Oh! years ago God made the world

And saw that it was good.

And from His ecstasy divine

I borrowed this sweet hour of mine.

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Thoughts

So fair, so delicate the thoughts,

He marvelled they could be his own;

He did not dream that they were birds

From heaven flown.

Birds with a message in their throats,

Limpid and golden from the sky.

Most wonderful his song. 'Twas strange

He knew not why.

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